April 23,

Yesterday I arrived in Japan. Mother says I am going to a good school that she's sure will suit me. I cannot wait to

I paused. I sounded more enthusiastic than usual and writing like so makes me want to rip up this piece of paper and throw it away. Sadly it seems like I will have to write this way. I just know that my mother is going to read it. That's probably the reason why she brought it.

I leaned back surveying my new room. My mother had chosen everything. Yes, Orihime Inoue had and so everything was lacy, pink and white. I assume that this was how a regular girl's room looks. Sigh. That woman Mother of mine really doesn't know me but to be fair to her, I guess 2 years was a long time.

Orihime Inoue was a model. Until I was 13, she wouldn't allow me to go elsewhere to live and insisted on trying to hide my existence. I do not think that it was because I was a bad child…. I think it had more to do with the fact that no one seemed to know who my father was. At a young age I had already understood that women with children and no husband were ridiculed. So for my mother's sake, I had kept my existence small and unimportant. I was "homeschooled" until 13. I had to learn myself because I couldn't burden my mother. At age 13, she sent me to live with some of her friends in Hokkaido and I stayed for 2 years until I came here.

knock knock knock

"Come in."

My mother's familiar auburn hair was visible as she poked her head in.

"Ah! Ai, I didn't think you were up yet. Well, I just came in to wake you up for school."

She turned to leave. "Oh! And breakfast is ready!"

Silly woman mother. I don't eat breakfast and I wake up at 6:00 for a nice, organized schedule. It was how I liked things. To be exactly the way I account them for.

At the end of the hall, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I personally didn't know why she hid my existence. We do not look alike in anyway. While her hair was a fiery orange, my hair was pitch black. As well as the hair, I also did not inherit her figure apparently. Or there was a problem with my eating habits. I forget. Her skin emitted a warm peach glow and I was a pale white. I guess the only things I inherited was the straightness of her hair and her thin limbs and waist. I really was happy when she got me a black uniform. It complimented my skin tone and most importantly, my eyes. My mother would probably cry at this but I am actually happy that my eyes look nothing like hers. While hers was a welcoming hazelnut shade, my eyes sharp and emerald green. It gave me that pop of color that really helps my pale skin and black hair.

My uniform consisted of a black jacket with white detail, a red bow, a white shirt, a black skirt with white detail and black knee socks. I really like knee socks because they complement my legs. Or I just like them because they reach mid-thigh and I don't like showing skin.

As I walked out the door with my apple (much to my mother's disapproval) my eyes shifted from side to side, observing the scenery. In one way above all others, I had always felt different. My brain had a very systematic way of thinking; I was always observing and calculating everything around me, allowing me to never be surprised. This was also extremely helpful on tests when all I had to do was study my teacher's way of teaching and I would almost immediately think of possible questions and solutions.

However, my cold exterior had taken its toll and I never really interacted with my classmates in my first year at school. I had preferred to be alone but my mother was distraught. Not wanting to disappoint her, I devised a fake personality. One that would satisfy mother.

As I followed the principle to my classroom, I studied him very closely. Nicely dressed but that suit smelled slightly of coffee. His toupee was also leaning to the right by about .981 of an inch. Inside this supposedly orderly man was probably a stressed one. He probably drinks coffee due to lack of sleep and when he spilled it on his suit ONCE but was probably unable to find the stain since it had blended in. Thinking it was alright, he went to work like this. Then—

"Here we are. Room 452." The principled gestured to the room. "Since the year already started, everyone knows one another already but I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."

"Thank you principle. I hope you have a nice day." I smiled nicely

He looked flustered and muttered to himself as he walked down the hall.

I waited until the homeroom teacher arrived and then told me that she would tell me when to come in.

"Come in Ai" I slid open the door and walked to the front of the room surveying the classroom. Ah 30 seats but one child is missing. Judging from their anxious looks, this must be a rare event. And that girl by the window is the president.

As a was about to introduce myself, BAM

The sliding door smashed open and spiky black haired boy was leaning with one hand against the wall. Panting.

Ah it seems that I have already run into a problem.